Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
D. H. LAWRENCEOnly youth has a taste of immortality.
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You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
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The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.
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For God’s sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don’t say surgaries, or I’m done.
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If only there weren’t so many other people in the world,’ he said lugubriously.
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The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it, and the journey is always towards the other soul.
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Perhaps only those people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the world.
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For to desire is better than to possess, the finality of the end was dreaded as deeply as it was desired.
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What liars poets and everybody were! They made one think one wanted sentiment. When what one supremely wanted was this piercing, consuming, rather awful sensuality.
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That’s the place to get to – nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
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Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.
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But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff’s edge, like Sappho into the sea.
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Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.
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The novel is the one bright book of life. Books are not life. They are only tremulations on the ether. But the novel as a tremulation can make the whole man alive tremble.
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You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.
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